/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45196612
>I love you too much to have sex

>>44834188
Aya’s heart was beating in her throat. The bedroom was dark, but the candles providing soft light and Aya’s own youkai nature allowed her see clearly. A curtain was drawn over a likely-cosmetic window and a wardrobe was tucked away in the corner, likely containing Anon’s clothes. The large bed dominated the room, big enough to fit five adults all side-by-side. Nightstands sat by each side containing gods-alone know what kind of toys or drugs. Overlooking everything above the bedhead was a vulgar, ornate sign, commanding every woman who read it: “Please the Hakurei God and receive his blessing.” Ying-yang orbs just like Reimu’s were hanging from the sign, stylized in the crude imitation of a man’s tool. Nothing in this room could distract her from Anon’s job.

Just a moment ago, he was carelessly chatting with her. It was almost solemn how Anon led the tengu over to the edge of the bed, motioning her to sit next to him. She swallowed her pulse and followed him, tensing up as the shrine husband shifted himself behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Big hands. They were warm, wrapping around her collar and making the reporter feel exposed despite every thread of her clothes clinging tightly to her body. Anon started moving, making small circles that penetrated deep below her skin. “Just relax. Let me make you feel good.” All she could think to do was nod back, shivering as her body started melting under his touch. It felt good. Soooo good. Aya realized that her breasts were exposed when a shock of pleasure came from her tengu tips.

His strong, deliberate caresses felt nothing like what Aya did by herself. It felt greedy, like he was taking it for himself. Like he would never let go. Topless and groped, the tengu tried to preserve the little bit of dignity she had left by holding in her voice. She was losing focus; He was kneading her soft flesh until the thought of pounding her flesh against his consumed the girl’s mind. Her breathing was heavy and slow once he moved on, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable assault on her nether regions.

When Anon touched touched the base of her wings, she yelped for the first time that night.

(Part 9)